"This is the Qingli Sword, which has been tempered for thousands of times, and it is enough to blow off gold. You are my firstborn, and one day you will inherit it. The Yan Kingdom is not as powerful as you think, and as a Yan person, you have to guard every inch of its land with a sword. And you have to know that the sword has two edges, one side hurts the enemy, and the other side is reserved for yourself. Yan people are fearless, and every drop of Yan people's blood will not be shed in vain. However, there will always be people who bleed. Perhaps, one day it will be you. ”

The Qingli sword rested on Yan Wuji's shoulder, the hand holding the sword was thick and powerful, and every green tendon on the back of the hand showed its infinite strength. Yan Wuxian stared at the hand, and saw his father's eyes along the hand, which were a pair of eyes as deep as the sea, with too many complicated meanings in them, but he only saw deep helplessness and exhaustion. Yes, he actually saw the same exhaustion as Chu Xuanhuai in his father's eyes.

The sun set, Yan Qiye withdrew the black sword, inserted it into the sword bag, glanced at Yan Wuxian who was stunned, stretched out his hand and patted his son's shoulder hard, and then turned the horse's head.

The cold wind came from behind, and there was still a heavy slapping sensation on his shoulder, Yan Wuxian turned his head to look back, the endless black torrent was like a silent dragon, and the Xuanniao banner was captured by him, and it was blown by the wind, and the sunset mountain range seemed to have shed the last drop of blood, falling into the darkness, towering like a ghost.

Yan Wuxian couldn't help but shudder, he looked in the direction of the fortress, although there were many obstacles, but he seemed to see the military fortress that claimed to never fall, the tattered banner rolled in the wind, the bottom of the flag dripped thick blood, the raging fire burned on the city wall, Yu Lie held his sword high in the flames.

"Yu Lie, run away."

He squirmed his mouth and called in his heart, Yu Lie in the sea of fire seemed to hear the call, turned his head to look, his eyes were so angry and sad. Yan Wuxian was stunned, and suddenly, it seemed that a hand grabbed his heart suddenly, and the sudden pain and dullness made him depressed and almost crazy, but he couldn't do anything but watch. After a while, Yu Lie, who had a scar on his face and dark eyes, plunged into the throat of an enemy, and then he laughed silently and put his sword around his neck.

"No!"

The sound that burst out from the depths of his throat was trembling, and Yan Wuxian came back to his senses, and the howling wind hit his face, and his whole body was soaked, cold like pins and needles. He looked at his father, but Yan Qixie had already gone far away, and he could only see a large black tussle rising and falling in the distance. Yan Wuxian grabbed the banner and ran to his personal guard Yan Qian, and the hurried horse's hooves fell like raindrops.

"According to the general's secret order, you will immediately go to the fortress of Xunri, and order Yu Lie, the commander of the light car, to lead the army back to Yanjing, there must be no mistake!" Yan Wuxi's voice trembled, even though he made an extremely calm appearance.

"Please give the General an order."

"There is no military order, this is a secret order!"

Facing Yan Qian's suspicious gaze, Yan Wuxian was so anxious that he wanted to go crazy, and subconsciously pressed the sword on his waist, if he was not Yan Wuxian, he would immediately run eastward, even if he died, he would die with his friend. But he is the son of Yan Qixi, the captain of the flag, and the banner he holds is as bright as a firefly in the dark, and he can't reach the fortress.

Sweat rolled down Yan Wuji's forehead, he carried the flag in the middle of the road, the pace of the army slowed down, if he hesitated any longer, the father in front of him would definitely find out, he pulled out the sword on his waist with a thud.

"Hoof it, hoof it."

Just as Yan Wuxian was about to put the sword on Yan Qian's neck, he rode from the front of the team, wearing black iron armor and riding a black horse, Yan Wuxian's heartbeat followed the sound of horses' hooves, this person was the head of his father's retainers and the head of his father's guards.

The man strangled the horse's hooves beside Yan Wuxian and Yan Qian, standing like an iron mountain, he looked straight at Yan Wuxian, opened his mouth a few times, and wanted to say something, however, he didn't say anything in the end, just handed Yan Wuxian the thing he was dragging in his hand to, and then turned the horse's head and ran towards the front that was gradually darkening.

This is a black jade, dull, with a 'Yan' character carved on the front, and a Xuanniao on the back, with a posture exactly the same as the Xuanniao on Yanjing City.

Yan Wuxian took a few deep breaths, the cold air penetrated into his chest along his nostrils, like a strong Yan wine broke through the dull depression, the hand holding the jade was trembling, he wanted to press it with his other hand, but that hand was holding the banner of Xuanniao, he trembled and handed the jade to Yan Qian: "Eight hundred miles to ride quickly, there must be no mistake!" ”

"No."

Yan Qian left the army with a group of black cavalry and headed east, each carrying five horses. From here to the fortress, the whole journey is 4,300 miles, if they are in a hurry, maybe they will arrive when the first snow comes, and it should be too late.

The sky was getting darker and darker, Yan Wuxian rode a horse and stood on the hillside, his eyes followed the figure of the black cavalry farther and farther, until he could no longer see it, he rushed down the slope, he wanted to fly to his father's side immediately, and told him that the Yan people were not afraid of death, and shed blood and sacrificed for the Yan Kingdom, which was the supreme glory, but the Yan Kingdom could not be ruthless, and loyalty deserved to be rewarded with glory.

The messy hooves of horses trampled the wildflowers on the mountain, which were clumps of phalaenopsis.

Under the hillside is an open flat land, where the army will camp, groups of soldiers are erecting tents, some are cutting down trees to make horses, some are digging pits and burying stoves, more soldiers are drinking horses by the river, Yan Wuxian galloped along the river, did not see his father, came to the Chinese army tent that had not yet been completely built, still did not see his father.

"Immortal hum, immortal hum ......"

The melodious sound of the piano sounded at this time, and it sneaked in with the night wind, and even overwhelmed all kinds of noise in the camp of 10,000 people. This is a song that Yan Wuxian has never heard before, there is no trace of the beginning and turn, it is like a flying hook outside the sky, hooking people's heartstrings one by one, he rode on horseback to find prestige, only to see the soldier who was struggling to freeze halfway, and the soldier who buried the stove waved his hoe but forgot to hoe, and the whole camp seemed to fall into absolute stillness at this moment.

I can't hear the wind.

I couldn't hear the sound of running water.

Only the sound of the piano can be heard.

The horse under the seat was also attracted by the sound of the piano, and it carried the swallow without a trace to the place where the sound of the piano came from, all the way was phalaenopsis, a flower the size of a thumb swaying gently in the cold wind, like a purple butterfly dancing to the sound of the piano. The moon rose, the sound of the piano continued, and the slow horse crossed the river with Yan Wuxian and came to a pear grove, where a snow-white horse was gnawing on the weeds on the ground in the moonlight, and the eyes of this night lion horse were blood-red, and it was his father's favorite horse, named Chasing the Wind.

Two hundred black cavalry stood outside the woods, the moonlight was silent, and the sound of the piano was sometimes heroic, sometimes gentle, like a bottomless lake, which was swept away by the wind and swept into the sky, sprinkled with joy, and silent as a virgin.

The horse's hooves stepped on the rhythm of the piano, passing through the two hundred statue-like black cavalry, the moonlight in the woods was sparse, like a misty veil for Dawei, the sky and the earth were intoxicated in this piano sound, and Yan Wuxian was as quiet as water.

There was a small dirt slope in the depths of the woods, and phalaenopsis bloomed all over here as always, and eight Yan retainers stood upright at the bottom of the slope with iron swords. On the slope, which was not steep, there were two figures, one black and one white. The white figure was playing the piano with his head bowed, and the black figure was sitting cross-legged, the black sword stuck beside him. Yan Wuxian rolled off his horse, smiled at the eight retainers, and walked towards the top of the slope with the iron sword on his waist.

When he came to the top of the slope, Yan Wuxian didn't dare to make a sound, and sat on the grass carefully, afraid that one accidentally would shatter this dreamlike sound.

The person who played the piano was wrapped in a white robe, and he couldn't see it clearly, he could only see the white and slender hand plucking the strings, Yan Qiyi frowned, glanced at Yan Wuxian lightly, turned his head, and looked at the hand of the piano operator.

"Immortal Hum, Immortal Hum!!"

The sound of the piano gradually rose higher, flying higher and higher, the impassioned sound seemed to be a thousand troops and horses on the battlefield to fight, the roar, the waves of blood, the fluttering flags, all of which erupted in the sound of the piano, suddenly, the white and slender hand hooked a string, raised the sound of the piano high, and then, suddenly, the fingers were suddenly removed.

With a bang, the string broke and the heart cracked.

"Shhh

The piercing sound pierced the night sky and shattered the heart, and an iron sword flew out from a tree under the slope, piercing Yan Qievil like a long rainbow through the sun, and the cold light flashed under the moonlight.

"Father!!"

Yan Wuxie's eyes were split, and his mouth was wide open, trying to pounce Yan Qiyi to the ground, but he couldn't move, as if he was imprisoned by invisible fear, and the voice from his mouth was hoarse like a hiss.

Yan Qixie seemed to be stunned, he still stared at the broken string, the string was glued from the top ponytail mane, the toughness was excellent, the tight string suddenly broke, the string that bounced back beat on the robe of the man in white, "poof" sound, and then, the red blood soaked the white clothes, like a raging blood sun.

"Alas......"

Yan Qixiao sighed lightly, and when he raised his head, the iron sword was already approaching, and it was inserted into his breastplate without obliqueness, the angle was extremely tricky, and it was inserted into the wings of the Xuanyao embroidered on the breastplate, where there was a crack that was indisputable to the naked eye, which was the weakest point of this extremely protective armor, except for the armor giver, no one knew.

"Your Majesty is dead."

Blood overflowed from the corners of Yan Qixi's mouth, more and more, spurting out one by one, so that no one could hear what he said, maybe he was just saying it to himself. The white-clothed man on the opposite side also had a short sword tied to his chest, and the two of them fell down at the same time, and Yan Qi's evil black daqi was spread like a blanket on the blooming phalaenopsis.

"Father, Father!!"

Yan Wuxian pounced on Yan Qixie's body, howling like a wolf cub, and the eight retainers rushed towards the tree like crazy.

It snowed, and all of a sudden it snowed.